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“I’ll think about it.” He turns, leaving me panting and wanting his cock.
Shit, that doesn’t sound too promising.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Kieran
Isabellastalksdownthehall, and my eyes zero in on the swells of her ass peeking out of those shorts.
You must not want to have sex with me.
Her words broke through the hazy denial I’ve been living with since the wedding night. I regret not giving her what she clearly wanted that night, and I did need to get off. I just took care of myself because I would have hurt her.
The last two weeks have been nonstop meetings during the day and then dealing with eejits who need to be taught a lesson not to fuck with us at night.
My sexual appetite is at its peak, and the last two weeks have been torture without sex. Now, I’m a ravenous maniac, and the next woman I fuck will leave my bed sore, bruised, and possibly unable to walk.
Of course, I don’t want to do that to Isabella.
I just don’t know what else to do about this. Either I cheat on her, stay in this purgatory, or hold her down and deal with the consequences after.
Thankfully, my phone rings with Riordan, who usually takes all the calls needed and then funnels only the important stuff to me. “Yeah, Rior?”
“Code red. Ma and Da just got into a limo at LaGuardia. The driver congratulated them on you getting married. Ma demanded they go straight to the house. The driver sent me a text, thinking he fucked up.”
My blood runs cold. “Shite.” I scrub a hand over my mouth. Shaking my head, I say, “I’ve only been married for two weeks. And the story is we didn’t want to disturb their vacation. Where are you?”
“A few blocks away. I’ll wait at the gate. Am I telling them it’s true if they ask me?”
“No. It was my decision. I’ll tell them.”
“Is Isabella there?”
“Aye.” Jaysus, I have to go to her room and look at her in that tank top with her tits bouncing. Those hard nipples make my mouth water. I’m on the edge as it is. “We just had a…”
“Sex?”
“No. A conversation. She wants to go into Manhattan tomorrow to meet with other online students.” I put the phone down, switch it to speaker, and start getting dressed. “Does anything about that sound off to you?”
“Not really. No one cares about us there. Send her with her guard.”
“Aye.”
“You can’t keep her prisoner, Kieran. And don’t piss her off.”
“Thanks for the reminder.” I button my shirt and struggle with the cuffs. “It’s probably not a good idea to tell Ma and Da in front of Isabella. Who the hell knows how they’ll react to finding out I didn’t wait for them to come home.”
“Agreed. Meet me in the courtyard, and we’ll tell them together. I’ll back you up. This is a business arrangement. Da will understand.” Our father married our mother in Ireland to finance his wicked business dealings when he was squeezed by a corrupt tyrant. With the influx of cash from Ma’s father, he dove headfirst into starting his own gang by controlling drugs, prostitutes, and weapons.
He was so successful that he brought the operation here to the States, moving us all when we were little. But with the FBI breathing down bosses’ necks and fierce prosecutors handing out RICO indictments like fucking Halloween candy, Da backed off the super-illegal shit. Russians filled the vacuum, and given how ruthless they are, I almost wish my father would have stuck it out and worked with the feds. There are always agents willing to look the other way for cash.
Rior ends the call, and I see his Audi at the gate from my window. With my shoes on, I leave the bedroom and storm down the hall to warn Isabella. I brusquely knock and then open the door.
She’s on a yoga mat with her ass in the air, even more of it hanging out of the shorts. “Nowyou come into my room?”
“My parents are on their way here, and I haven’t told them I’m married. I need you…” I’m at a loss for words. “Please, get dressed. I’d like this to go smoothly.” I should tell her my mother is sick, but I’m not ready to talk about it.
She pops off the mat and folds her arms, pushing those tits together. “Let me go into the city tomorrow.”
